Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 861 : Kept At A Distance

*Leo*

When I awoke the next morning, I woke to an empty bed. My arm subconsciously reached out beside me, in search of someone I knew wasn’t there. I had waited until Bianca fell asleep before I left her side. I didn’t want her to wake up alone after what we had just done, but I wasn’t sure where her head would be by the time morning came.

Everything had happened so fast. I don’t think much thought had been put into it, if I’m honest. I worried she might regret how fast things moved between us. It was in the middle of the night; I had no intention of sleeping with her when I walked through her bedroom door last night.

With Amara down the hall from her, I hadn’t been sure if she’d want her best friend to see us walking out of her room in the morning together. I didn’t want to add any stress to her life. Well, any more than what she had already been feeling from the nightmare she called, Matteo. Neither of us were thinking, we had acted upon feeling alone.

I never meant to kiss her. Ever since I had met her, I’d felt this pull towards her. Like I was being drawn to her. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my entire existence. When we had been sitting on her bed together, I couldn’t help but feel a connection. There was something inside of me telling me not to stay away from her.

Even though I had kissed her first, I hadn’t expected her to react the way she did. To melt into me the way she did. She latched on to me like I was her lifeline, and I reveled in it. I couldn’t stop myself. Once she wrapped her arms around my neck and gripped my hair, I knew I was done for. I needed her closer to me and I would’ve done anything to make her feel good. To give her the pleasure she deserved.

Now that the sun had risen, I worried if she was okay. I worried about how she was feeling after last night. If she was feeling as good as I was, or if she held any regret in the pit of her stomach. Just the thought of her possibly regretting last night made me feel queasy.

I, personally, held no regret. I even felt as bold as to wish it’d happen again. Thinking back, perhaps I should have stayed with her throughout the night. At the time, leaving felt like the right thing to do. The safe thing. Now, however, my thoughts are the opposite. What if she had gotten upset when she opened her eyes only to find me no longer lying beside her?

Shit. What if that one simple decision had made her regret it? Regret me? Maybe I should have just stayed with her and figured everything out with her when we woke up. Maybe I’ll keep that noted for next time.

There was no sense in dwelling over things I couldn’t change. I might’ve been wealthy with unlimited resources, but I doubted I could get my hands on a time machine to go back and decide differently. There was only one thing I could do in the moment, talk to her. Find out what she was feeling. Though, I would just need to find a moment alone with her away from Amara.

Before I had left my bedroom to find her, I headed into the bathroom to shower and get ready for work. I was meant to be meeting with investors at the office today, so I thought I’d better look presentable, at the least.

When I left my room, I walked to the other end of the estate. I thought if I were lucky, maybe I could catch Bianca before she went down to the kitchen for breakfast. Unfortunately, her door was open, and her room was empty. Not a single sign of life inside. Shit.

I cleared my throat as I entered the kitchen, finding both Bianca and Amara sitting at the table, already eating breakfast.

“Good morning,” I said, smiling.

Bianca and Amara both looked in my direction, but Bianca quickly looked back down at her plate of half-eaten food.

Not a good sign.

“Good morning, Leo,” Amara replied. “This breakfast is delicious. Is this how you feed Bianca every morning?”

I chuckled. “Yes, yes, it is.”

“As her best friend, I approve,” Amara said, continuing to stuff her face full of blueberry pancakes.

“I’m glad you approve,” I replied, grabbing a piece of bacon off the skillet on the stove.

I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down next to Bianca. She had barely looked in my direction, let alone speak to me. I worried she actually did regret last night by the way she was avoiding me. And by the way Amara had seemed to be acting completely normal, I would say Bianca hadn’t told her anything about us.

But what did that mean?

“What about you, Bianca? Do you approve?” I asked, playfully.

“Mhm,” was the only sound that left her.

I took note of the side glance Amara gave Bianca.

After a few moments of silence, I spoke again. “So, what do you ladies have planned for the day?”

“We actually don’t have anything specific planned,” Amara replied, looking over at Bianca for some input. “Do we?”

“Nope,” Bianca said, seemingly uninterested.

“Oh, all right. Well, a day in sounds nice,” I offered as I took a sip of my coffee.

“I guess so,” Bianca said, nudging Amara in her ribs.

Amara had been stealing pieces of a chocolate chip scone off her plate. I almost missed the sound of a whisper leaving Bianca’s lips. I couldn’t make out what the words were, but seeing as they weren’t exactly intended for my ears, I pretended not to notice.

“Do you have a busy day at work today?” Amara asked me.

“Unfortunately, yes,” I replied.

“That sucks,” she replied, simply.

Amara picked up her cellphone and began scrolling as she finished the last bite of food on her own plate. I immediately saw that as an opportunity to try and get Bianca’s attention without Amara getting suspicious. As subtle as I could, I nudged Bianca’s foot with mine, looking directly at her. She glanced up, only meeting my eyes for a moment before looking down at her hands in her lap.

Damn. Had I really fucked up that much by leaving her in the middle of the night? Or was it the whole situation that she was feeling weird about? The fact that we had just seen each other completely naked a few hours ago and now here we sit, acting like I wasn’t just making her moan wildly while being deep inside her. I wished Amara would go to the bathroom so I could talk to Bianca alone. Going to work with questions unanswered between us was going to drive me absolutely crazy.

When I had gotten to my feet to walk my empty mug over to the kitchen sink, I heard Amara tell Bianca to look at her phone.

“Isn’t that your psycho ex-boyfriend, Matteo??” Amara exclaimed, shocked.

I quickly turned my head to find a picture of Matteo’s mugshot plastered on the screen of Amara’s cellphone.

“That’s him,” Bianca spoke, not at all surprised.

I returned my attention to the empty mug as I rinsed it out with water, pretending not to care.

“Why do you not seem surprised by this?” Amara asked her, looking at her in disbelief.

Bianca shifted in her chair. “Oh, uhm maybe because he is a terrible person and I am not at all shocked that he got arrested.”

Amara shrugged. “Makes sense. He is an absolute monster of a human being. He deserves to spend his life in a cage.”

I couldn’t help but agree with Amara, but I had to act oblivious to the news she had been sharing.

“Well, I’ve got to get to work ladies. I hope you enjoy your day in,” I said, looking at both of them, but lingering my gaze on Bianca who still wouldn’t look at me for longer than two seconds.

“See ya, Leo,” Amara said without taking her eyes off her cellphone.

“Bye,” was all Bianca gave me.

I had to get out of there before Amara read what Matteo had been charged for and shared that information with Bianca. Since Bianca had asked me that same exact thing last night and I failed to tell her, I didn’t want to hang around for that conversation. It could end up making things worse between us.

As I headed into my office, I was dragging the meeting with the investors. This was the boring side of my job. I should be at the warehouse helping Franky surveillance our rat problem. As much boring work as I used to do for Elio when he had been the Don, I felt as though I dreaded it even more now that I was the Don. If only I could find someone else to pick up this type of work to free myself from it.

I listened to the investors speak, but all I could think about was Bianca. I checked my cellphone to see if I had any messages from her, but nothing. I debated whether or not I should send her a message. Just as I had been about to write out a text, the investors stopped speaking, waiting for my input.

Once the meeting wrapped up and the investors left, I had to call Franky to let him know how the meeting went. When I hung up with him, I brought up Bianca’s contact. My thumbs hovered over the letters on the screen, but none of them were pressed.

What would I even send her?

‘Hey, Bianca, I know we had sex last night and I snuck out of your room after you fell asleep, but are we okay?’

No. Absolutely not. That would definitely make things worse. I sighed as I put my cellphone back inside my pants pocket. Something is telling me a conversation in person would be better than texting.

Could I wait that long though? I had a few more hours left at the office, a pile of paperwork with my name on it. I really needed one of those stamps of your signature so I could get through all the paperwork in half the time.

As I mindlessly flipped through important documents, my mind kept drifting back to Bianca. I felt anxious and nervous when I thought back to how she hardly interacted with me this morning. I hadn’t wanted her to regret what had happened between us last night. Bianca was the type of woman you didn’t sneak out on. The type of woman you wake up next to in the morning and feel grateful for having her in your bed. In your life. I worried I made a terrible mistake leaving her. What if she never forgives me?

Or worse. What if the reason she had been so weird with me this morning was because she wished we never would have had sex in the first place? It kills me to think she could think of us as a mistake. To think of me as a mistake.

I exhaled heavily as I shook my head. There was nothing I could do about it until I returned home. I got to my feet, heading out of the building. Coffee was needed if I had any hope of getting through all the paperwork without falling asleep.

As I walked to my car, I felt a vibration from my cellphone. When I looked at the screen, it was a text message from one of the guys. He had sent me a link to the same article Amara had found this morning. I sent him back two thumbs up emojis.

If anything, at least Bianca didn’t have to worry about that creep anymore. And when I get home later, I can only hope that she would be willing to have a conversation about last night.